The Highway of God

Everyday lived in fear
Is a day lost…
Lost to care of what may or may not be
A match of endless knots in the plain
Invented by the devil
Funded by the host of darkness
The referee, a master of lies
The ball – arrows of thoughts shot at the fertile field of the saints’ hearts
The goal, to rob us of our faith
To distract us from winning our race
To shift our focus from our Captain
To steal our strength and might
To weary us in discouragement
To put us in despair
To take away our confidence
To sow his seeds of doubt!

But we refuse to play the devil’s game.
We turnaway from his perilous field that enslaves
Deaf to a constant blow of his whistles
Each day, we choose the upper road to God
The highway of righteousness…
Trailed and known to sons of God
Narrow but built for God’s children
Rough but leading to life
Stony, full of obstacles but promising…
We may not know what to expect
But we follow the way anyways
Trusting Him who promised us an expected end.

Olufunke Ajegbomogun
©2026

Roof-removing faith

Roof-removing faith
Just what I need to find expression
Compassion for a friend
An investment that God is the reward I get
When I diligently seek him.
While sowing mustard seeds

Hannah DGinus
©2026

Takamura vs Zoro

I remember when I started to write like this; when I started sinking to feeling the words in jots of bliss, regardless of the proper pause to punctuate. I couldn’t be made to squeeze the grapes. I’d slice over grate, but I thank God that aging doesn’t kill wine.

So this time, I will let the vapors of my diction medicate instead of entertain, since I’m hoping for a different thing.

I’m hoping to divide the truth behind the things our eyes fail to notice.
Not popularity’s secret
But pop reality’s secrets?
Because the race escaped the swift, and the battle escaped the mighty
I was hoping to attain true power, but my greed made me so indecisive.

Lord, if I am a fight…

I am the Lord’s rifle rifling through Holy Words to reload before I snipe a slice of eternity into a generation. They will hear true hymns of Him through me, even when I’m long gone, like a long gun.

I am one of the Lord’s arrows
I was stoned once but Medusa lost
Praise to God, l trust His love
So I pull back with a rejoice, remembering the sharpening of yester years
Obedience breeds obedience, and each level asks for greater grace
That is why I either lay hands or stand and say

I am a branch burning unconsumed and screening to a thousand Moseses.
We are novices, but we become fools without his seal
Everyone has their own part to play in fulfilling God’s multimillienal promises
Even the devil knows the believer gets the best deal
No negotiations needed, we greet them and that’s it

I am
Like my Father who is all in all
I have more faith in God than in Panadol
You can wait on Him and run in faith, a paradox
But those who did nothing but prayed are still not a pair of ducks
Because admitting we didn’t let God choose is where our para docks
And when we think of those we failed to pray for, our para ducks

I am a voice and a face a group of witty words
Being ignored or being shared,
And I rejoice that heaven read
And I rejoice that God is heard
And I realize I’m sharing bread
And it is spirit-led to be praying to be Spirit-led

I remember when I started to write like this; maybe it is a testament to how God made me. And I celebrate the variety of people. Each of us having a measure of God’s spirit that is no more God-shaped, but us individually. And in Christ, we each receive the Spirit of God. We receive Christ, who was one with God without measure.

Who best to wield you, than your maker?
After all, God knows you more than you will ever know yourself
So imagine the wonder, that He will you, and so much more

To the one who believes…

Godzniel
©2026

These three: Faith Love and Hope

1st Corinthians 13:13

As 2025 draws it’s last breath
Leaving some of us wondering how fast it went

And 2026 approaches with silent steps
Shrouded in mystery and unknown depths

We must take time to reflect
As the the old gives way to the new

Not on unanswered prayers that our minds would have us dwell upon
But rather with intentionality on the riches of Abba’ goodness

Shifting our gaze from things undone
With laser focus on things he has done

Those blessings we sometimes fail to notice
That our hearts would like to miss

Yes! I speak of those very ones
Considered common, normal, usual

Which are of great value and of immense worth
Only if we pause and think upon them, do we realise how good our God indeed is

Like the gift of life, the very reason we are here today
The unquantifiable blessing of good people, family and friends

Soundness of mind and good health which money can’t buy

The miracle of going out and returning safely EVERY DAY!
Having no human bodyguards yet heavily guarded by God’s invisible angels

The precious gift of salvation we got on a platter of gold
An offer denied to Lucifer and his fallen angels

The Name of Jesus- that wonder working name
That answers us when we cry unto Him

And more that time may not permit me to mention
But which I am sure we all have received

And if like me, you are grateful for His manifold blessings

Chorus with me:

“Thanks be to God who daily loads us with benefits”

Now,
As we march with triumph into the new year
There is a word for you and me

Written in 1st Corinthians 13:13
“And now abides faith, hope, love, these three; but the greatest is love

On faith, Remember, faith comes by hearing and hearing the word of God. So feed on the word and believe it as though your life depends on it
For Indeed it does!
For the just trully, shall live by faith

On hope,
Remember Abraham, the father of faith,
Who, against all hope, believed in hope and became the father of all nations
Never lose hope, no matter what, for hope makes one not ashamed!

And on love,
Remember Jesus and how he demonstrated his love for you
Consider His Sacrifice
And never forget your worth, for you are greatly loved, no matter what

So stay grounded in His love
On your highest mountain or
In your lowest valley
For He has said:

“I will never leave you nor forsake you”

AMEN 🙏

Olufunke Ajegbomogun
© 2026

LIGHT IN DARKNESS

While the world chased shadows and ordinary moments, something extraordinary was brewing in the heart of Penspeak Community Unizik.
On the 20th of March, 2025, we gathered again—not for noise, not for trend—but for truth. Hosted by the ever-vibrant GodzNiel, the atmosphere hummed with quiet expectation.

And just as the sun crept gently across the sky, Mc Wisdom stepped forward. Words found their rhythm, and voices turned into vessels. The floor opened, and what followed was more than just poetry—it was revelation.

CULTURE
This is a culture
Where compassion meets conviction,
A culture that values the least, the last, the lost
Where the humble are lifted, and the proud are pay the cost

A culture of forgiveness, where mercy reigns
Where grace is the currency, and love is the aim
A culture that seeks to serve, to give and to bless
Where the great commandment is lived in the lives of the masses

A culture that welcomes the stranger,
A culture that never lacks provisions nor provider

This is the culture of Christ,
A culture shown through it act
Where love is the foundation,
And faith is rooted in hearts

A culture that transforms,
That renews and makes new
A culture that reflects the beauty,
Of a love that’s true
But he didn’t stop there, for there was dessert…

ASK

“Ask, and it shall be given unto you
A promise from the Father, a truth that’s true
In the book of Matthew,thats Jesus spoken words
An invitation to seek, to knock, and to be heard

Ask, and you shall receive
But do you believe?
Do you trust in the goodness of God’s heart?
Do you believe that He’s willing move the heavens and the earth!, to act?

In the Psalms, David asks for guidance and light
He asks for protection, for mercy, and for might
He asks, and God answers, in the most unexpected ways
A reminder that he knows the plan he has for you that of good and not of evil,

So, just Ask! and you shall receive
But what are you asking for?
Are you asking for wealth, for fame, for power?
Or are you asking for wisdom, for love, for an hour?

In James, it’s written, ‘You have not, because you ask not’
What is Manna that he cannot give to you,but just come,
But ASK, SEEK,  KNOCK, REACH AND CLIMB.

He has made provision according to his riches in glory so just …
ASK! …, and watch as God pause the heavens and the earth.
And he summon FAVOR to come to you from everything that has breath.
So,Ask!
and you shall receive, that’s not just a spoken word to you
But a promise from the Father,who is fair and true.”
Just hold on to faith,no fear, 
and believe that he hears!

And while we were still in awe of the delicacy he dropped before us, Deelight waltzed through the door, wielding her pen like a sword, ready to butcher our thoughts…

A PRAYER IN THE STORM…

In the rain that soaks through my skin
Bound by thunders that shake my fragile heart
Teach me to number my days…
Teach me to be ignorant to the complacent ways.

School me properly in your faith-like expertise.
School me to discern between your rebuke and a tease.
Illuminate my parietal and occipital lobes
To creatively craft out not just what is but is to come
Illuminate this momental sea fitted with blue strobes.

Teach that I don’t rise after the storm but in the storm
Oh refiner, purify my originality…no be to dey form.
Sharpen my will like a blade forged in the furnaces of adversity
Instruct me on the steps to take to glorify my very own deity…

Numb the norms in my storm till the waves conform
Their tweet storm of opinions will quickly escalate into a firestorm of controversy, eventually leading to a hailstorm of backlash from the public.
For what is dead may never die…
It is only transformed to conform to the image of that which was beheld.

This is my prayer..

Our hearts bare, our souls in need of repair, maybe next month we’d find the solace we need, in words coated in sugar and honey and pressed firmly against our lips…

Authors;
Mc Wisdom 
Deelight

Our April 24th Announcement!

OAKSPROUT!!!

When branched shoots lie on deep roots
Great oaks grow.
Little acorns were great faiths sown.

A coat to cover
Multitudes of many colours.

Cross-heirs is how the Messiah chose.
A host of those he would save
Would have to die
The irony of Calvary

So when he sent that which is sharper than two edged swords,
He loaded unsuspecting calibers.

Cavaliers never to carve a lie
To carve a life in the after-death
Whip devils another tail to tuck
They were the Calvary sent to talk

So make no mistake
When you see a tree and then see the snake
There is still an obedience we can reach and take
If only we would bite from the tree of life
We would never get burnt on a stake.

God directs
We are just his actors
So with one little faith sown
His mighty Oak sprouts.

  • ucTRUTH
    © 2025

Mustard Burial

God’s man ultra—Faith staying mustered
Happy ever mountain, started out mustard
Blood flow thicker than a bucket of custard
Not once a month but all the months
With just a touch
—the tale of man is turned
Into a testimony
Resting on the—
Words of Yahweh on me.
Working out delight with trembling,
Shaking out the doubt and trusting Him.

I—
Am more surrendered
And flesh gets murdered
I saw that sample in the Son of Man
—saw that apple but I dodged her hand
Some trust apps but I trust the lamb
We die so that we can live on brand

Godzniel
© 2025

Be Still My Soul

Be still my soul
The Lord is in control

Be still my soul
There is more than you know

Be still my soul
The troubles are but smoke

Be still my soul
Christ is your assured hope

Be still my soul
You will be made whole

Be still my soul
See what the Lord has done

Ezeonyeka Godswill
© 2025